Nightfall Chapter 157: Snow is burning
There was a breach in the stone window of the Wanyan Pagoda—it was pierced by a sword. Snow huā floated in from the broken window and landed on Master Huang Yang's blood-stained robes, but the sword had disappeared without a trace.
Yu Lian felt the fierce sword intent in the air behind him, frowned slightly, waved the snow into the sky, resisted the constant falling apocalyptic light, and finally took a step forward.
At this time, she looked like a cute ordinary girl, but with this step, her breath suddenly changed greatly, as if she had become an army.
Her feet seemed not to be stepping on the shallow snow on the street, but in the open wilderness, falling like a mallet, as big as a drum, and the face of Nancheng shook with her steps!
The wind and snow dissipated, Yu Lian broke through the wind and blasted the snow away. It was only an instant, just a step forward, and he came to Shimizu Shiyamen, dozens of meters away, and fisted to the face of the Lord.
Her fists are small and look as cute as cotton huā sugar, but the look of the master suddenly became extremely serious, even more solemn than the Heavenly Demon Realm that Yu Lian cast above the five realms before. .
Because Yu Lian at this time is no longer just the third elder sister of the academy, but has also returned to the status of the master of the contemporary Demon Sect. Her fist represents the foundation of the Demon Sect, which is power.
As the supreme master of the Demon Sect with the highest talent in thousands of years, Yu Lian in this state is undoubtedly qualified to be called a master of the first generation, and is qualified to challenge the powerful in any realm.
The watcher knew very well that the little fist that broke through the snow seemed so harmless and even a little weak, but if the fist fell on the spot, it could knock down a mountain.
There is no wind in the palm, soft as thin as snow falling in the lake.
The Guanzhu stretched out his right palm to block Yu Lian's fist.
He was not knocked down by this small and terrifying fist, because he is not a green mountain, not a big river, he is an ocean that can accommodate hundreds of rivers, he is filling the air of heaven.
Looking at the palm in front of the fist, watching the viewer close at hand, Yu Lian's immature face has no emotions, it is so calm and calm that it gives birth to a strange smell.
With a snap, the shallow snow covering the surface of the long street bounced away from the shock, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the hard bluestone, like a spider web.
Yu Lian fell on her right foot behind, and stepped on the center of this spider web, and she squeezed her strength for twenty-three years, as if endless, pouring out from her petite body toward the long street.
The jet-black ponytail was shaken apart and fluttered behind her, like a whip, pulling the snow into a miserable state, and the strength was like a sharp blade to carve deep marks on the wall.
She didn't use the Celestial Demon Realm, didn't create another small world, didn't use any mysterious methods, but just smashed her own simplest and most reliable means so coldly.
That is power, the most extreme power, the most absolute power.
On the snowy street, only power was whistling. At this moment, even the natural vitality of the sky was stunned by the power of this petite body and fleeing away.
In this case, even if she withdrew from the small world formed by cicada wings, the viewer still had no way to enter Wuyuan, and could only meet her fist head-on and resist her power head-on.
She is the master of the contemporary Demon Sect. She seems weak and small, but actually possesses the most powerful power in the world. She believes that even if the master faces her own power, she can only escape.
Because no matter what the ocean is, it's not really the ocean.
What can you do when you cannot escape?
On the snowy street, absolute and pure power roared in all directions, and the master's doo was instantly cut apart, and his long hair fluttered behind the cyan dome, looking a little embarrassed.
Yu Lian looked at him and wanted to know the answer.
She will know the answer right away.
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The hair fell in front of Guanzhu's eyes, and his calm eyes were not disturbed.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of snow floated in front of his eyes, passing over his eyelashes and over the black pupils.
The pure white snow seems to have entered the black pupils.
The color of the black pupils gradually faded.
In other words, the snow huā that strayed into the eyes began to deepen.
That is gray.
The eyes of the master turned into gray.
The deep well, which is not afraid of wind and rain, has become the bones at the bottom of the dry well.
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The eyes of the subject gradually turned gray.
Yu Lian feels the loss of power like the wind, and his face turns pale.
At this moment, she thought of a certain rumor, her eyes suddenly chilled, and she felt an unstoppable anger.
She is not going to close her punches.
After she entered the academy, the master only taught her one homework, and that was writing.
Writing is a world of its own. It is also a pure heart and a lack of desires, and it is a sense of anger. Because the master knows that she likes to be angry, especially after becoming a girl. So for 23 years, she has not been angry.
But she was angry at this time.
She has always hated these craps in the door.
The Guanzhu is undoubtedly the most miscellaneous in the Dao Sect—when this miscellaneous used the modified Mingzong technique to deal with her, the Sect Master of Mingzong, her anger was extreme.
The subject looked into her eyes quietly.
His eyes are so gray, so calm, and so silent.
The snow huā flying in the street seemed to have lost the support of the air current, and fell tragically towards the face.
It's like a chilling cicada with its wings torn off.
If the situation is allowed to continue like this, either the guru will win with gray eyes first, or Yu Lian will kill the guru before the power disappears.
The probability of the latter happening is only about 20%.
But Yu Lian has been suppressed by her teacher for twenty-three years of anger. Once it burns, she can start a prairie fire.
So she wanted to bet 20%.
More importantly, she is very clear that she is willing and willing to have a 20% chance by accumulating fighting will for 23 years. If she misses it, she doesn't know if she can have this kind of opportunity.
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There is one person who is unwilling to give Yu Lian a chance to bet 20%.
Because he is a big brother, if it is really a desperate moment, he has to gamble with his life, he thinks it should be his own gambling, and can't let the younger sister do this.
The wind and snow drifted slightly, and the old padded jacket appeared in front of Yu Lian.
also appeared in front of the gray eyes of the viewer.
The old padded jacket was stained with blood, but it was still clean.
Like this scholar wearing a cotton jacket, walking through mountains and rivers, covered in dust, and still clean.
Only clean and pure, without applying color, you cannot be dyed or dazzled by you.
The old padded jacket is lightly floating in the wind, and the big brother's breath is quiet, without a trace of it overflowing from the body.
He raised the wooden stick in his hand.
The Lord took a step back.
The big brother picked up the stick and knocked it on the street covered with light snow.
Each stick is a wooden fence.
He is the first disciple of the master, and his understanding of the Shocking Array is far above the world.
Between the knocks, he borrowed the breath of heaven in Chang'an.
When a few sticks fall, it is a thick city wall that has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, appearing on the snowy street.
The watcher is on the other side of the wall.
He and Yu Lian are at this end of the city wall.
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The watcher stretched his hand into the snowy sky and held the Taoist sword that flew back from Wanyan Pagoda.
Then he pierced the wall in front of him with his sword.
His sword is just like the fist of Yu Lian earlier.
Extremely pure, extremely powerful.
There is no power, only Tao.
The sword held him in the kendo of his life.
The city wall broke open suddenly.
A clear sword mark appeared on the wooden stick.
The sword's edge swept over like a wind and snow, swept over the wooden stick, and pierced the left shoulder of the big brother with a snort.
Jian Feng entered the cotton-padded jacket for three points, and the blood began to appear.
Yu Lian reached out and grabbed the big brother's waist, like catching a cat.
She has great power, so she is extremely fast.
Jianfeng moved forward.
But gradually pulled out of the quilted jacket.
Because her hand is faster than the master's sword.
The big brother's straw sandals slide on the snow.
He raised his club and hit again.
The watcher looked calm, raised his sword and stabbed again.
With a clear whistle from Yu Lian, the eaves fell avalanche.
In the petite body, the roar burst out like thunder from the sky.
She withdrew all her strength, then concentrated on her right fist and blasted forward.
The sky is full of wind and snow, like cicada wings, always covered with the gap of the startling array, reflecting the sunlight, exuding a golden luster, like countless golden leaves.
At this time, Yu Lian regained her breath, and her world naturally collapsed.
The golden snow huā above the city of Chang'an was burning violently, beautifully palpitating.
The snow is burning.
The snow finally melted, and a crack appeared.
The majestic power from the sky finally landed on the snow street.
A piece of light, infinite light, covering everything.
The three breaths, with their own invincible power, or the majestic vitality of the sky, collided together.
The wind and snow roared, the walls were overturned, and all the houses along the street were shaken to ruins.
The wind and snow gradually calmed down, and Big Brother and Yu Lian had retreated to Beijie, a hundred meters away.
The big brother is covered in blood, especially the sword creation on the shoulder, which looks extremely scary.
Yu Lian has no injuries on her body, but her face is a little pale.
Suddenly, rain fell.
The clothes of the two were wet.
It was winter, and it snowed last night.
Today, it rained in Chang'an City.
This rain is weird.
Not only is the time weird, but the rain is also weird.
The rain did not fall in any other way.
The rest of Chang'an City is still as quiet as before.
Only the southern section of Zhuque Avenue was gradually getting wet.
Because this rain does not come from the clouds, but from the air.
Those burning and melting snow turned into water and fell and wet the long street.
Yu Lian looked at the other side of the street, feeling that the winter rain was a bit cold.
The smoke and dust from the collapse of houses along the street was gradually suppressed by the rain.
The figure of the subject reappeared.
He threw the hilt in his hand into the snowdrift beside the street.
At the previous moment, his Dao Sword was smashed to pieces by Big Brother's wooden stick.
But otherwise, he didn't suffer any injuries.
The green shirt is wet, but it's not blood.
The watcher is walking on the shallow snow.
Walking in the wind and rain.
Every step he makes a footprint on the snow.
The rain falling from the sky has accumulated an ocean in that footprint.
The little ocean is calm, reflecting the sky like a mirror.
Above Chang'an City, the snowy sky like a line is still burning.
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(Today is the birthday of the young year and the leader. Everyone has fun. The pictures in this chapter are really beautiful. If you make a movie in the future, you must not delete this one.)! ~!
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